Because Salvador Dalí Was Wicked Peculiar

You’ve seen the mustache. You’ve seen the melting clock, the one that looks like a bad acid trip. The evidence is already there.

"They Made America"--Harold Evans
“They Made America”–Harold Evans

But this is another level of crazy. I don’t mean mental illness. Although, yes, perhaps that. I mean stranger than fiction. Here we see Dalí in a Johnny Depp bob, seated near his wife, Gala. Gala was already in an open marriage when she met Dalí, but decided to divorce her then-husband, poet Paul Eluard, yet continued to sleep with him while now married to Dalí. Yes, that makes sense.

Anyhoo, that’s a Hereford bull sprawled on the crumpled carpet of Mrs. Caresse Phelps Crosby, herself involved in an open marriage (and suicide pact, not to mention ample drug abuse and writing porn as a lark). Crosby, preparing for a ball one night, despised her corset and instead fashioned two handkerchiefs and ribbon into a bra with needle and thread. Of this she said, “I can’t say the brassiere will ever take as great a place in history as the steamboat, but I did invent it.”

Speaking for most American women, I couldn’t care less about a steamboat. But I thank you for the bras.

Just in case that surrealist scene isn’t odd enough, try to wrap your head around this. Per, Dalí filled up a white Rolls Royce Phantom II with 500kg of cauliflower and drove it from Spain to Paris in December 1955. The reasoning was, he later told an audience of 2,000, that “everything ends up in the cauliflower!” He explained to American journalist Mike Wallace three years later that he was attracted to their “logarithmic curve.” Because that makes sense.

And tells of a five-year-old Dalí pushing his friend off a bridge with no railing. Just for fun. Dalí is also noted as saying, “Hitler turned me on in the highest…His fat back, especially when I saw him appear in the uniform with the Sam Browne belt and shoulder straps that tightly held in his flesh, aroused in me a delicious gustatory thrill originating in the mouth and affording me a Wagnerian ecstasy.”

And if that doesn’t turn Dalí off to you forever, I don’t know what could. Enjoy your weekend.



  1. He was a freak. He was seemingly incapable of rational thought. He was all “feelings”. The sad part of it all was that he was a talented artist. His picture of the “Last Supper” at the National Gallery; his “picture book” of the New Testament spoke volumes of his skill. I always wondered if he was being honest or merely being a freak for the masses. I would have loved to have talked to him in 1968,but I probably would have been compelled to knock his ass out.

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